Little Black Dress

poem by: Chel Scott
Written on Aug 16, 2018 

I pull and I squeeze,
with all of my might,
suck in my breath,
tuck it all in tight.
There's a tearing seam,
a now a loose thread,
I could sew and cut,
oh, I'm filled with dread.
If I could just breath,
ah, that'd be bliss,
I have just one question,
does my bum look big in this?

 

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